The work of a master craftsman
Hand-drawn lines with his chalk
This colourless life; the clouds
Guards of time, turning clocks
Are you a scholar from the olden days or a trader from a strange land?
All we fight for is one single breath.
I have travelled so far
In the hope for an escape
SUST holds a place of adoration and reverence in Sylheti hearts, especially the youth.
Legend says, and now you will, too
A series of photos form Japan.
I drew lines on the sand, you drew across my heart
Sewn, glued, slapped on top,
The river goes on, no beginning or end. On its way to meet the ocean tides.
Kolkata has a sense of modern antiquity in its air.